This feeling is so complicated
Its been so long I could carbon date it
A millennia it feels has passed
Since I first put myself on this rack
To stretch and test
The limits in which
I react and resist to what i myself did
Selfishly selfless this martyr exists
Sycophantic in his manic
And mad dash to pander
To meandering minds with no allegiance to standards
Infectious delusions of cancerous grandeur
Infests us eluding to meaningless banter
Am I good enough
That must be the matter
I'll make something up
Cause i can be better
Attention is love
For now but not ever
When its all a front
The substance is severed
